Nonsense, you're not putting us out, but you're more than welcome to use the phone... and please call me Sarah.

He wants us to do everything he says without question.

No, Pete spotted them afore they saw us, so we got away.

If you change your mind, you know where to find us then.

Would you slow down before you kill us both?

Let us wait until evening.

Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....

"I wonder if God is punishing us," she mused.

He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.

"Then let us mount and ride," said the king.

"Let us call the neighbors together and have a grand wolf hunt to- morrow," said Putnam.

"Tell us," said Al Mansour to the gardener, "tell us how you came to find that bag."

Why don't we go out for supper tonight - just us and the kids?

Going that way will put us further away from Ashley, but it will give us two advantages.

You all have been so nice to us, and we've enjoyed our stay.

What is your sorcery good for if it cannot tell us the truth?

Let us see your arts, and the sorceries you are able to perform.

In the end, our fundamental challenge is to become better individuals, and technology offers little help on that front; it is up to each one of us to solve that for ourselves.

There are not many left of us old friends!

As for us, Count, we get along on our pay.

You would set all Russia against you and every one of us would feel ashamed to wear the uniform.

The rest of us will be along soon.

So tell us, how is your life in Arkansas?

"I wonder if God is punishing us," she mused.

Diablo. He's Yancey's method of relieving stress and getting away from us women once in a while.

None of us would win a beauty contest, would we?

We were delighted when Brandon called and told us he was bringing a friend.

They won't expect us to go that way, and we can move around in the lava field without leaving tracks.

I can see plenty of nice gardens and fields down below us, at the edge of this city.

"Come to us, oh, Gwig!" called the man, in a loud voice.

We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.

It shows us at our best and at our cruelest.

None of us has the time to do that—but in the future, with my system, wisdom will operate at processor speeds.

Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.

The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.

"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."

The Emperor has deigned to summon us and the merchants.

Gentlemen, let us act!

"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.

"Now let us go back to the city," suggested the Wizard.

They have no weapons to hurt us with.

"That is not a fair question to ask us," declared another dragonette.

He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

He makes us pay taxes and gives us nothing in return.

He sends soldiers among us to take away our liberty.

"Ours gives us kisses," said Charlot.

I refer to history extensively in these pages because I believe historical people are exactly like us, only in different circumstances.

My father was most loving and indulgent, devoted to his home, seldom leaving us, except in the hunting season.

Father took us to see steamboat.

"We KNOW that He loves us," He says.

We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.

Funny makes us laugh.

The cause of the destruction of the French army in 1812 is clear to us now.

Very possibly the theater of war will move so near to us that...

For Christ's sake think of us! cried his wife, referring to the rumors of war and the enemy.

"They've brought us all to ruin... the brigands!" he repeated, and descended the porch steps.

And do you know, Daddy, the day before yesterday we ran at them and, my word, they didn't let us get near before they just threw down their muskets and went on their knees.

No, if one of us has to get snowed in up here, I'd rather it was me.

Did you really think you had us fooled?

I let our stupid house rules stand between us for a long time, but I was the one who finally broke them.

Hopefully, they don't see us either.

Is it necessary to have someone say words over us, when we already know what we want?

But don't let us worry over such things, Zeb; we can't help ourselves just now, you know, and I've always been told it's foolish to borrow trouble.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.

Let us walk up, and see where the doors lead to.

"Now, Princess," exclaimed the Wizard, "those of your advisors who wished to throw us into the Garden of Clinging Vines must step within this circle of light.

"Why, they are driving us toward the Black Pit, into which they threatened to cast us," replied the kitten.

"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."

"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.

Many large and fierce bears roam in the Valley of Voe, and when they can catch any of us they eat us up; but as they cannot see us, we seldom get caught.

The dama-fruit is the most delicious thing that grows, and when it makes us invisible the bears cannot find us to eat us up.

"That is true," agreed the Wizard, "and as the river seems to be flowing in the direction of the Pyramid Mountain it will be the easiest way for us to travel."

Let us all be a happy family and love one another.

They haven't defeated us yet, and Jim is worth a whole army.

"They are probably keeping us for some ceremony," the Wizard answered, reflectively; "but there is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time."

"But how would it help us to be able to fly?" questioned the girl.

But come, my children; let us explore the mountain and discover which way we must go in order to escape from this cavern, which is getting to be almost as hot as a bake-oven.

"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.

Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.

"Permit me to say," returned the dragonette, "that you are rather impolite to call us names, knowing that we cannot resent your insults.

We consider ourselves very beautiful in appearance, for mother has told us so, and she knows.

Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?

For, if we told you truly, you might escape us altogether; and if we told you an untruth we would be naughty and deserve to be punished.

The mother dragon may come down and catch us here.

"Then we're all right," said the girl, "for if the dragon went the other way she can't poss'bly get to us now."

After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.

"Do you mean that Princess Ozma will see this cave in her enchanted picture, and see all of us here, and what we are doing?" demanded Zeb.

"Take us, too!" cried the nine tiny piglets, all in one breath.

"Then we must wait for half an hour," she continued; "but it won't take long, after that, to carry us all to the Emerald City."

Let us be ready, for we may be sent for any minute.

"He shall amuse us with his tricks tomorrow," said the Princess.

So let us cease this talk of skull crushing and converse upon more pleasant subjects.

So don't let us keep it waiting a single minute.

It's no place for us, Zeb.

"Come, Ozma," she said, anxiously; "let us go ourselves to search for the piglet."

"But why didn't you tell us at first?" she asked.

"Let us go and ask him," said the stranger.

There was another famous artist whose name was Parrhasius. When he heard of the boast which Zeuxis had made, he said to himself, "I will see what I can do."

"Draw the curtain aside and show us the picture," he said.

"Look at the flowers carefully," said the queen, "and let us have your answer."

"Come with us," they said, "and we will teach you that the king's soldiers are not to be trifled with."

"Why did you tell us where to find it?" he asked.

Then we may be sure that he will never trouble us again.

Give us a few days to learn what sort of laws you will make for us, and then we will say whether we can submit to them or not.

So, let us go on with the work that is before us.

And people say that fortune comes to us in our sleep.

"I saw two hundred of them in the village below us," said one of his officers.

"Why didn't you come to us before?" he asked.

"Well, then," said the caliph, "why did you not return it to us at once?"

"Who will sing us a song?" said the master woodman as he threw a fresh log upon the fire.

Let us have a good old song that will help to keep us warm.

"Now tell us, father," whispered Charlot, "where did you find him?"

Tell us who she is, and we will carry you to her.

But come, children, let us have our supper.

"You must tell us who your mother is," said Mrs. Jacquot.

She is always doing something for us, said Blondel.

But our dear mother waits on us herself.

Then one of the fishermen said, "Let us ask the governor about it and do as he shall bid us."

"Yes, let us ask the governor," said the merchant.

They may have missed on specifics (such as each of us owning a personal jet pack and a flying car) but in general were dead-on.

In short, it tells us everything about ourselves.

And that leads us to a critical question: Who decides what we will make the Internet do?

All of us, through the choices we make.

We post pictures, the progress of our relationship, and people can follow our "us" page.

The choices we make to test options never before contemplated will tell us all kinds of new things about ourselves.

Think about it this way: All the technology accumulated from the dawn of time to today has given us a certain amount of processing power.

It will make us all profoundly wise, wiser than the wisest person who has ever lived.

Before we take that further, let's consider something the Internet has taught us about ourselves.

These tell us something about ourselves we didn't know before.

Well, that tells us something new about ourselves—in fact, a lot of things: the kinds of information we want to share, the kinds of information we want to consume, and the immediacy with which we want it all to occur.

More precisely, we will probably teach machines to teach themselves how to process it for us and surface findings to us.

Up until now, we have thought of the Internet as a place to store information, and we have depended upon search engines to help us find it.

No human could ever do this, for in these purely computational matters, machines are vastly superior to us, and always will be.

That brings us back to the need to share data—and to our online example with Amazon, and our offline example with our salesperson.

The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.

Perhaps we all have such remarkable abilities but are impaired in a way—maybe the rest of us have a disease to which these savants are immune.

So where does that leave us in our quest to end disease?

Let us put the bar there.

Today, it is hard for us to imagine what that time was like.

This goal is within our grasp—and with the vaccine presently priced at about thirty cents a child, shame on us for not ending polio once and for all.

Smallpox has been with us for thousands of years.

We are most horrified by that which strikes closest to us and reminds us of our own mortality.

The factors that enable us to solve for and eliminate disease are getting better all the time, like wind at our back, pushing us forward.

And then we come to Greece, the home of Hippocrates, the "Father of Modern Medicine," who left us not just the oath that bears his name but also a corpus of roughly sixty medical texts based on his teaching.

Certainly some of the medical practices of the ancient world, such as bloodletting and the use of leeches, seem to us at least misguided and at worst, barbaric.

The 1960s brought us hip replacement, the artificial heart, a liver transplant, and a lung transplant.

The 1990s brought us a hepatitis A vaccine and artificial muscles.

The same happenchance brought us the learning that children in schools with fluorescent lights get fewer cavities than those in schools with incandescent lighting.

This method will allow us to treat the entire world as a controlled experiment in retrospect.

A record of all human activity, with anonymity safeguards in place, will allow us all to become part of the solution by putting our minds to work on the problems of the world.

Metallurgy gives us steel with which we can fashion either swords or plowshares.

Technology allowed us to peer deeper into the mysteries of the miniscule.

Better microscopes gave us more information, more ways to unlock the secrets of life.

Those differences are part of what makes us unique.

How will all of this help us end disease?

First: It will help us understand why certain people get certain genetic diseases.

This will likely not ever be perfect, but any insight it can offer us is a gain.

Economically, we understand the world around us in terms of scarcity.

The notion of scarcity is so ingrained in us and so permeates the world today, it is difficult to imagine a world without it.

So they threw their sabots, a kind of clog shoe, into the machinery to break it—an act that gave us the word sabotage.

Nanotechnology will give us metals that don't bend, or bend and yet remember their original shape.

That brings us back to the thousandfold increase in wealth, which the world will soon experience.

But I expect that technology and free enterprise will take us across a threshold where things formerly regarded as scarce will not be so any more.

Three centuries later, it became a hereditary right and came with a daily ration of two pounds of bread ("Hey, you don't expect us to cook the free grain, do you?") and occasionally included meat, olive oil, and salt.

But as we grew up, reality set in that market forces did not allow those activities to pay enough to support us, so at some point we all figured out we had to "earn a living."

And that meant, for too many of us, ditching what we loved to do and doing the work of a machine.

I base that expectation in part on the fact that today, many of us already live in more comfort than the richest king in the world did two hundred years ago.

Trade and the division of labor have given us vast amounts of wealth.

Technology has made us ever more productive.

For computations, we developed processes that required us to perform many intermediate, error-prone steps to achieve an answer.

In addition, how food affects us unquestionably has a lot to do with genetic factors, and because everyone has a different genetic makeup, different foods affect each of us differently.

By taking this "Absolutely no GMOs" stance they completely remove themselves from the debate and as such have no voice in the discussion about what direction to take GM: what are safe testing practices, what factors will we optimize for, and the whole host of questions that face us on this, the eve of a momentous leap forward.

The issues are difficult because fundamentally none of us knows the ultimate effects.

But in the meantime, hunger will stay with us even in the world of plenty.

As they died, they shouted, 'Communist Party, Chairman Mao, save us.'

What would we have the centuries to come to say about us: That we were so eager to maximize our position of power and wealth that we turned a blind eye to injustice?

The only thing that separates us from that world is this thing called civilization.

Then war can become obsolete, as foreign to us as slavery and public hangings.

By declaring a pretty broad range of things worth killing and dying for, we say that each of those is more precious to us than human life.

It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.

I had not heard anyone predict even the possibility of these two events before they came upon us, in what seemed the blink of an eye.

The reasoning behind MAD was that if we can annihilate the Soviets or the Chinese and they in turn can annihilate us, then none of us will start a war.

That makes us all de facto millionaires, and very committed to remaining so.

This has come about as we have left a polarized world behind us and the importance of military alliances has fallen.

It is the ultimate manifestation of the marketplace of ideas; the more people who proffer their ideas to the world, the better the outcome will be for us all.

We tend to regard information that comes to us through our friend network as more authentic and reliable than information we receive from traditional media.

It helps us bring about our social ideals.

Anything different doesn't seem as human to us and we instinctively recoil from it.

I see us today in a situation like those historical ones.

So in the present and future, when a technology comes along that represents such a change—that saves details of our activities with which to advise us later, or has us speaking to machines as if they were creatures—it will simply be more of the same.

As we approached the end of the flawless narrative, one of us would invariably ask sardonically (but never sarcastically), "What could possibly go wrong?"

The problem for us was always that it is easier to get a car running than it is to fix the brakes.

At that point, the iffy parts of human history are behind us and it is blue skies and clean sailing ahead.

Then we will list the things that might derail us on the way to that future.

Think of how a few thousand years of human civilization got us to a certain amount of computational power.

Yes, a comet slamming into the planet or some galactic cataclysm could wipe us all out.

Pessimism, quite frankly, will get us all killed.

I think the technological leap beyond the next one will take us to the stars.

After all, we live in a universe that looks like it has plenty of room for us to expand into.

Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.

When we arrived in Baltimore, Dr. Chisholm received us kindly: but he could do nothing.

I was keenly surprised and disappointed years later to learn of their acts of persecution that make us tingle with shame, even while we glory in the courage and energy that gave us our "Country Beautiful."

Frequently we came upon impassable thickets which forced us to take a round about way.

But during the night the fury of the wind increased to such a degree that it thrilled us with a vague terror.

We would get on our toboggan, a boy would give us a shove, and off we went!

For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that binds us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine!

I represent my teacher as saying to me of the golden autumn leaves, "Yes, they are beautiful enough to comfort us for the flight of summer"--an idea direct from Miss Canby's story.

Dr. Bell went everywhere with us and in his own delightful way described to me the objects of greatest interest.

But, though everybody was kind and ready to help us, there was only one hand that could turn drudgery into pleasure.

I remember that the day the Latin paper was brought to us, Professor Schilling came in and informed me I had passed satisfactorily in German.

One of them is the precious science of patience, which teaches us that we should take our education as we would take a walk in the country, leisurely, our minds hospitably open to impressions of every sort.

As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.

The Woman Soul leads us upward and on!

Tacking and jibbing, we wrestled with opposing winds that drove us from side to side with impetuous fury.

As they passed us, the large craft and the gunboats in the harbour saluted and the seamen shouted applause for the master of the only little sail-boat that ventured out into the storm.

Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!

I often tell them stories or teach them a game, and the winged hours depart and leave us good and happy.

Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.

The perplexities, irritations and worries that have absorbed us pass like unpleasant dreams, and we wake to see with new eyes and hear with new ears the beauty and harmony of God's real world.

In a word, while such friends are near us we feel that all is well.

Father took us to see steam boat it is like house.

Cousin Bell will come to see us Saturday.

Mrs. Freeman and Carrie and Ethel and Frank and Helen came to station to meet us in a huge carriage.

Astronomer comes from the Latin word astra, which means stars; and astronomers are men who study the stars, and tell us about them.

They tell us when breakfast is ready, when to go to school, when it is time for church, and when there is a fire.

He will not let anything harm us at night.

It is getting warm here now, so father is going to take us to the Quarry on the 20th of August.

Mr. Wilson came to call on us one Thursday.

After the services were over the soldier-sailors showed us around.

They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.

Why does the dear Father in heaven think it best for us to have very great sorrow sometimes?

My great dog Lioness goes with us when we ride to protect us.

I do not see how we can help thinking about God when He is so good to us all the time.

We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.

And He is happier than any of us because He is greater than any of us, and also because He not merely SEES your happiness as we do, but He also MADE it.

But God does not only want us to be HAPPY; He wants us to be good.

A great deal of the trouble that is in the world is medicine which is very bad to take, but which it is good to take because it makes us better.

And Jesus, who is His Son, but is nearer to Him than all of us His other Children, came into the world on purpose to tell us all about our Father's Love.

And, Helen, He loves men still, and He loves us, and He tells us that we may love Him.

I am sorry to say that our train was delayed in several places, which made us late in reaching New York.

We surprised our dear friends, however, for they did not expect us Saturday; but when the bell rung Miss Marrett guessed who was at the door, and Mrs. Hopkins jumped up from the breakfast table and ran to the door to meet us; she was indeed much astonished to see us.

He cannot imagine how very, very happy he will be when he can tell us his thoughts, and we can tell him how we have loved him so long.

Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.

Would not it be lovely if Mrs. Pratt could meet us there?

Mr. Westervelt gave us a reception one afternoon.

His beautiful word-pictures made us feel as if we were sitting in the shadow of San Marco, dreaming, or sailing upon the moonlit canal....

They have now about 100 books and about $55 in money, and a kind gentleman has given us land on which to erect a library building.

...You know our kind teachers take us to see everything which they think will interest us, and we learn a great deal in that delightful way.

Mr. Clemens told us many entertaining stories, and made us laugh till we cried.

We also met Mr. Rogers... who kindly left his carriage to bring us home.

Our friends were greatly surprised to see us, as they had not expected us before the last of this month.

She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board our train.

The last act affected us most deeply, and we all wept, wondering how the executioner could have the heart to tear the King from his loving wife's arms.

We went to a poultry-show... and the man there kindly permitted us to feel of the birds.

Mr. Warner and Mr. Burroughs, the great lover of nature, came to see us a few days after, and we had a delightful talk with them.

Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

Finally he proposed a plan which delighted us all beyond words.

Day after day the Harbor, the warships, and the park kept us busy thinking and feeling and enjoying....

She is less able to recall events of fifteen years ago than most of us are to recollect our childhood.

Mr. Anagnos wrote in the report of the Perkins Institution, dated November 27, 1888: At my urgent request, Helen, accompanied by her mother and her teacher, came to the North in the last week of May, and spent several months with us as our guests....

Captain Keller met us in the yard and gave me a cheery welcome and a hearty handshake.

But fortunately for us both, I am a little stronger, and quite as obstinate when I set out.

Her father looks in at us morning and evening as he goes to and from his office, and sees her contentedly stringing her beads or making horizontal lines on her sewing-card, and exclaims, "How quiet she is!"

Therefore let us be exceedingly careful what we say and write about her.

Indeed, the Tophetic weather has reduced us all to a semi-liquid state.

They tell us that Helen is "overdoing," that her mind is too active (these very people thought she had no mind at all a few months ago!) and suggest many absurd and impossible remedies.

The keeper of the bears made one big black fellow stand on his hind legs and hold out his great paw to us, which Helen shook politely.

It is always: "Oh, Miss Sullivan, please come and tell us what Helen means," or "Miss Sullivan, won't you please explain this to Helen?

Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!

I think Mrs. Keller has definitely decided to go with us, but she will not stay all summer.

Dr. Keller met us in Memphis.

But I haven't time to write all the pleasant things people said--they would make a very large book, and the kind things they did for us would fill another volume.

He took us to drive one afternoon, and wanted to give Helen a doll; but she said: I do not like too many children.

Mr. Wilson and Mr. Mitchell came to see us Sunday.

"No one knows what the soul is like," I replied; "but we know that it is not the body, and it is that part of us which thinks and loves and hopes."

One day she asked, "Does God take care of us all the time?"

Let us lead them during the first years to find their greatest pleasure in Nature.

It may be true, as some maintain, that language cannot express to us much beyond what we have lived and experienced; but I have always observed that children manifest the greatest delight in the lofty, poetic language which we are too ready to think beyond their comprehension.

"Oh, please read us the rest, even if we won't understand it," they pleaded, delighted with the rhythm, and the beauty which they felt, even though they could not have explained it.

In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."

The next year at Andover she said: It seems to me the world is full of goodness, beauty, and love; and how grateful we must be to our heavenly Father, who has given us so much to enjoy!

The anemone, the wild violet, the hepatica, and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath the brown leaves.

But his most wonderful work is the painting of the trees, which look, after his task is done, as if they were covered with the brightest layers of gold and rubies; and are beautiful enough to comfort us for the flight of summer.

With most of us the contributions from different sources are blended, crossed and confused.

Ah, the pranks that the nixies of Dreamland play on us while we sleep!

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?

Nevertheless, we will not forget that some Egyptian wheat was handed down to us by a mummy.

There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.

Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?

If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.

Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night.

Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.

If he should give us an account of the realities he beheld there, we should not recognize the place in his description.

Let us spend our lives in conceiving then.

Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails.

Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows.

If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.

The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.

It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art.

It will be soon enough to forget them when we have the learning and the genius which will enable us to attend to and appreciate them.

The book exists for us, perchance, which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones.

Let the reports of all the learned societies come to us, and we will see if they know anything.

Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men.

Next to us the grandest laws are continually being executed.

Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

They are everywhere, above us, on our left, on our right; they environ us on all sides.

This doubleness may easily make us poor neighbors and friends sometimes.

What is the pill which will keep us well, serene, contented?

When the night arrived, to quote their own words--He laid us on the bed with himself and his wife, they at the one end and we at the other, it being only planks laid a foot from the ground and a thin mat upon them.

This meal only we had in two nights and a day; and had not one of us bought a partridge, we had taken our journey fasting.

"The earth," he adds elsewhere, "especially if fresh, has a certain magnetism in it, by which it attracts the salt, power, or virtue (call it either) which gives it life, and is the logic of all the labor and stir we keep about it, to sustain us; all dungings and other sordid temperings being but the vicars succedaneous to this improvement."

Once in a while we sat together on the pond, he at one end of the boat, and I at the other; but not many words passed between us, for he had grown deaf in his later years, but he occasionally hummed a psalm, which harmonized well enough with my philosophy.

If they were permanently congealed, and small enough to be clutched, they would, perchance, be carried off by slaves, like precious stones, to adorn the heads of emperors; but being liquid, and ample, and secured to us and our successors forever, we disregard them, and run after the diamond of Kohinoor.

Beside, he tells us that he showed it to very few.

They early introduce us to and detain us in scenery with which otherwise, at that age, we should have little acquaintance.

The fruits eaten temperately need not make us ashamed of our appetites, nor interrupt the worthiest pursuits.

We are conscious of an animal in us, which awakens in proportion as our higher nature slumbers.

By turns our purity inspires and our impurity casts us down.

When they make us an offer, is it wise to say, We will think of it?

It is as precious to us as it was to our Saxon and Norman ancestors.

The night veils without doubt a part of this glorious creation; but day comes to reveal to us this great work, which extends from earth even into the plains of the ether.

Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.

What Champollion will decipher this hieroglyphic for us, that we may turn over a new leaf at last?

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.

At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.

No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth.

The shadows of poverty and meanness gather around us, "and lo! creation widens to our view."

We are often reminded that if there were bestowed on us the wealth of Croesus, our aims must still be the same, and our means essentially the same.

Let us not play at kittly-benders.

The life in us is like the water in the river.

Let us see who is the strongest.

Are you not ashamed to deprive us of your charming wife?

Prince Andrew again interrupted him, let us talk business.

"Let us go and have supper," he said with a sigh, going to the door.

Let us talk about you, he added after a silence, smiling at his reassuring thoughts.

"So do come and dine with us!" he said.

Schubert, the colonel of the Pavlograd Hussars, is dining with us today.

Everybody is wondering to whom the count will leave his fortune, though he may perhaps outlive us all, as I sincerely hope he will...

But why do you expect that he will leave us anything?

*(2) That suits us down to the ground.

Do you remember how we and Nicholas, all three of us, talked in the sitting room after supper?

But... in short, the fact is... you know yourself that last winter the count made a will by which he left all his property, not to us his direct heirs, but to Pierre.

Do not let us lose any time...

Last winter she wheedled herself in here and told the count such vile, disgraceful things about us, especially about Sophie--I can't repeat them--that it made the count quite ill and he would not see us for a whole fortnight.

Yes, my dear, this is a great loss for us all, not to speak of you.

God grant that the Corsican monster who is destroying the peace of Europe may be overthrown by the angel whom it has pleased the Almighty, in His goodness, to give us as sovereign!

The news of Count Bezukhov's death reached us before your letter and my father was much affected by it.

Let us rather read the Epistles and Gospels.

Let us not seek to penetrate what mysteries they contain; for how can we, miserable sinners that we are, know the terrible and holy secrets of Providence while we remain in this flesh which forms an impenetrable veil between us and the Eternal?

Let us go across to Mary's room, he said.

You at least must tackle him properly, or else if he goes on like this he'll soon have us, too, for his subjects!

As Sterne says: 'We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them.'

Let us go to her, I must say good-by.

Wasn't it fine when those Germans gave us lifts!

Let us go ourselves.

"Encouraging us to get along quicker," said another uneasily.

Let us attack them!

And who then would give us the Vladimir medal and ribbon?

Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke's as good as another, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte's, that will be another story and we'll fire off some cannon!

You abandon Vienna, give up its defense--as much as to say: 'Heaven is with us, but heaven help you and your capital!'

The one general whom we all loved, Schmidt, you expose to a bullet, and then you congratulate us on the victory!

Prince Auersperg is on this, on our side of the river, and is defending us--doing it very badly, I think, but still he is defending us.

But it will please our sovereign the Emperor Napoleon if we take this bridge, so let us three go and take it!' 'Yes, let's!' say the others.

And off they go and take the bridge, cross it, and now with their whole army are on this side of the Danube, marching on us, you, and your lines of communication.

They won't let us pass, we are left behind and have lost our people...

"Let us go, Ivan Lukich," he said to the captain.

The French line was wider than ours, and it was plain that they could easily outflank us on both sides.

"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.

"Well, stand us some of your herb vodka, Tushin," it said.

The French were putting out the fire which the wind was spreading, and thus gave us time to retreat.

Did he thank us? came eager questions from all sides.

"It seems that there will be no need to bring Mary out, suitors are coming to us of their own accord," incautiously remarked the little princess on hearing the news.

But, my dear, will you not give us a little hope of touching this heart, so kind and generous?

Let us go to Mamma.

But this is what we'll do: I have a good friend, an adjutant general and an excellent fellow, Prince Dolgorukov; and though you may not know it, the fact is that now Kutuzov with his staff and all of us count for nothing.

Sell us that horse!

The troops of the vanguard were stationed before Wischau, within sight of the enemy's lines, which all day long had yielded ground to us at the least firing.

Let us drink to his health and to the certain defeat of the French!

"Despite my great respect for old Kutuzov," he continued, "we should be a nice set of fellows if we were to wait about and so give him a chance to escape, or to trick us, now that we certainly have him in our hands!

"If he could attack us, he would have done so today," said he.

But even if he also took up a position in the Thuerassa, he merely saves us a great deal of trouble and all our arrangements to the minutest detail remain the same.

They were in a hurry enough to start us, and now here we stand in the middle of a field without rhyme or reason.

Laughing at us old fellows!

"Father," she said, "do not turn away from me, let us weep together."

The source of blessedness is not without us but within....

Let us write her a letter at once, and she'll come here and all will be explained, or else, my dear boy, let me tell you it's quite likely you'll have to suffer for it.

Whatever the European sovereigns and commanders may do to countenance Bonaparte, and to cause me, and us in general, annoyance and mortification, our opinion of Bonaparte cannot alter.

The Prussians are our faithful allies who have only betrayed us three times in three years.

The general comes to us, Suvorov- like, in a kibitka, and is received with acclamations of joy and triumph.

The field marshal is angry with the Emperor and he punishes us all, isn't it logical?

General Buxhowden was all but attacked and captured by a superior enemy force as a result of one of these maneuvers that enabled us to escape him.

Buxhowden pursues us--we scuttle.

At last our enemy, Buxhowden, catches us and attacks.

But as it turns out, just at that moment a third enemy rises before us--namely the Orthodox Russian soldiers, loudly demanding bread, meat, biscuits, fodder, and whatnot!

Let us have dinner, and then we'll set off.

They have mistaken us for my father.

"Let us go and see my sister," he said to Pierre when he returned.

"All right, all right, you can tell us afterwards," said Princess Mary, flushing.

He has not a character like us women who, when we suffer, can weep away our sorrows.

Who is it that's starving us? shouted Denisov, hitting the table with the fist of his newly bled arm so violently that the table nearly broke down and the tumblers on it jumped about.

So it's you who's starving us to death!

Some five of us doctors have died in this place....

It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.

Let us go, your honor.

All is over between us, but I won't leave here without having done all I can for Denisov and certainly not without getting his letter to the Emperor.

If we're punished, it means that we have deserved it, it's not for us to judge.

Only the vicissitudes of life can show us its vanity and develop our innate love of death or of rebirth to a new life.

Well, you will be coming," he was going to say, "to dine," but changed his mind and said "to take tea with us," and quickly doubling up his tongue he blew a small round ring of tobacco smoke, perfectly embodying his dream of happiness.

You remember, he stayed a night with us at Otradnoe.

(she grew confused) is agreeable to us, and I accept your offer.

All the complex laws of man centered for her in one clear and simple law--the law of love and self-sacrifice taught us by Him who lovingly suffered for mankind though He Himself was God.

Religion, and religion alone, can--I will not say comfort us--but save us from despair.

Religion alone can explain to us what without its help man cannot comprehend: why, for what cause, kind and noble beings able to find happiness in life--not merely harming no one but necessary to the happiness of others--are called away to God, while cruel, useless, harmful persons, or such as are a burden to themselves and to others, are left living.

Five years have passed since then, and already I, with my petty understanding, begin to see clearly why she had to die, and in what way that death was but an expression of the infinite goodness of the Creator, whose every action, though generally incomprehensible to us, is but a manifestation of His infinite love for His creatures.

As it is, not only has she left us, and particularly Prince Andrew, with the purest regrets and memories, but probably she will there receive a place I dare not hope for myself.

And His will is governed only by infinite love for us, and so whatever befalls us is for our good.

The Bible legend tells us that the absence of labor--idleness--was a condition of the first man's blessedness before the Fall.

An inner voice tells us we are in the wrong if we are idle.

Robbing us!... and so on.

It's not fair; you are going by yourself, are having the horses saddled and said nothing to us about it.

"Daniel, tell them to saddle for us, and Michael must come with my dogs," she added to the huntsman.

"No, you have not understood me, don't let us talk about it," she replied, wiping away her tears.

Heaven only knows where we are going, and heaven knows what is happening to us--but it is very strange and pleasant whatever it is.

Well, you have cheered us up!

Mamma, tell us what happened to you in the barn.

God is my witness, I did not know you had honored us with a visit, and I came in such a costume only to see my daughter.

"They are talking about us, about me and him!" thought Natasha.

"She's first-rate, my dear fellow, but not for us," replied Dolokhov.

You want me to be miserable, you want us to be separated....

The devils took us there in three hours!

To us, their descendants, who are not historians and are not carried away by the process of research and can therefore regard the event with unclouded common sense, an incalculable number of causes present themselves.

Before leaving, Napoleon showed favor to the emperor, kings, and princes who had deserved it, reprimanded the kings and princes with whom he was dissatisfied, presented pearls and diamonds of his own--that is, which he had taken from other kings--to the Empress of Austria, and having, as his historian tells us, tenderly embraced the Empress Marie Louise--who regarded him as her husband, though he had left another wife in Paris--left her grieved by the parting which she seemed hardly able to bear.

In answer to Toll, Paulucci suggested an advance and an attack, which, he urged, could alone extricate us from the present uncertainty and from the trap (as he called the Drissa camp) in which we were situated.

In peace let us pray unto the Lord.

"For the world of angels and all the spirits who dwell above us," prayed Natasha.

When they prayed for those who love us, she prayed for the members of her own family, her father and mother and Sonya, realizing for the first time how wrongly she had acted toward them, and feeling all the strength of her love for them.

When they prayed for those who hate us, she tried to think of her enemies and people who hated her, in order to pray for them.

When he had finished the Litany the deacon crossed the stole over his breast and said, "Let us commit ourselves and our whole lives to Christ the Lord!"

May the ruin he hopes to bring upon us recoil on his own head, and may Europe delivered from bondage glorify the name of Russia!

The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.

"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.

They've brought us to utter ruin!

It is clear that the man who advocates the conclusion of a peace, and that the Minister should command the army, does not love our sovereign and desires the ruin of us all.

It's all a trick," said Dunyasha, "and when Yakov Alpatych returns let us get away... and please don't..."

"We are all very thankful for your bounty, but it won't do for us to take the landlord's grain," said a voice at the back of the crowd.

Forgive us for Christ's sake, eh? said the peasants, smiling joyfully at him.

God's will be done to us all!

What... what they have brought us to!

And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"

This is what his cajolery has brought us to!

The ancients have left us model heroic poems in which the heroes furnish the whole interest of the story, and we are still unable to accustom ourselves to the fact that for our epoch histories of that kind are meaningless.

Will they set us down here or take us on to Moscow? he asked.

At Smolensk too he judged correctly that the French might outflank us, as they had larger forces.

He ordered us to retreat, and all our efforts and losses went for nothing.

He had no thought of betraying us, he tried to do the best he could, he thought out everything, and that is why he is unsuitable.

'We've lost, so let us run,' and we ran.

But what awaits us tomorrow?

I saw chivalry and flags of truce in 1805; they humbugged us and we humbugged them.

They are forcing us to exterminate them.

It is essential for us; it will give us all we need: comfortable quarters and a speedy return to our country.

On the twenty-fifth of August, so his historians tell us, Napoleon spent the whole day on horseback inspecting the locality, considering plans submitted to him by his marshals, and personally giving commands to his generals.

It's the business of us soldiers.

For people accustomed to think that plans of campaign and battles are made by generals--as any one of us sitting over a map in his study may imagine how he would have arranged things in this or that battle--the questions present themselves: Why did Kutuzov during the retreat not do this or that?

Learned military authorities quite seriously tell us that Kutuzov should have moved his army to the Kaluga road long before reaching Fili, and that somebody actually submitted such a proposal to him.

And the order to retreat carries us past the turn to the Kaluga road.

Every Russian might have predicted it, not by reasoning but by the feeling implanted in each of us and in our fathers.

"And who may you be?" one of them suddenly asked Pierre, evidently meaning what Pierre himself had in mind, namely: "If you want to eat we'll give you some food, only let us know whether you are an honest man."

Tell us! said one of them.

Well then, Peter Kirilych, come along with us, we'll take you there.

Do us the honor to come in, there's plenty of everything in the master's house.

Here's Berg coming to see us, said she, looking out of the window.

Come, tell us the news!

"Natasha does not know yet, but he is going with us," said Sonya.

If everything is ready let us start.

Let us go in... said Pierre and entered the house.

If you please, could not guards be placed if only to let us close the shop....

The lad with the turned-up sleeve gave the smith a blow in the face and cried wildly: "They're fighting us, lads!"

There now, the gentry and merchants have gone away and left us to perish.

One God is above us both....

One God is above us both!--Vereshchagin's words suddenly recurred to him, and a disagreeable shiver ran down his back.

There, don't let us be cross, old fellow!

It was a tough job you set us there, my word!

And you made us pay dear for it.

So you are one of us soldiers! he added, smiling, after a momentary pause.

When I understood what he wanted--when I saw that he was preparing a bed of laurels for us, you know, I said to myself: 'That is a monarch,' and I devoted myself to him!

Morel will warm us up another little bottle.

"Dear people, good Christians, save me, help me, dear friends... help us, somebody," she muttered between her sobs.

It appears so to us because we see only the general historic interest of that time and do not see all the personal human interests that people had.

We are at home on Thursdays--today is Thursday, so please come and see us quite informally, said the governor, taking leave of him.

There were some twenty of us lying there.

They can't understand that all those feelings they prize so--all our feelings, all those ideas that seem so important to us, are unnecessary.

But there are laws directing events, and some of these laws are known to us while we are conscious of others we cannot comprehend.

That readiness will not weaken in me, but I and Russia have a right to expect from you all the zeal, firmness, and success which your intellect, military talent, and the courage of the troops you command justify us in expecting.

"That's how everything is done with us, all topsy-turvy!" said the Russian officers and generals after the Tarutino battle, letting it be understood that some fool there is doing things all wrong but that we ourselves should not have done so, just as people speak today.

Let us go to his Highness.

Let us imagine two men who have come out to fight a duel with rapiers according to all the rules of the art of fencing.

This equation does not give us the value of the unknown factor but gives us a ratio between two unknowns.

"There, they kept telling us: 'It's dangerous, it's dangerous,'" said the officer, addressing the esaul while Denisov was reading the dispatch.

We have each of us two pistols....

"Well, old fellow," said he to the peasant guide, "lead us to Shamshevo."

'There are a lot of us,' he says, 'but all poor stuff--only soldiers in name,' he says.

It's capital for us here, but what of him?

And lastly, the final departure of the great Emperor from his heroic army is presented to us by the historians as something great and characteristic of genius.

For us with the standard of good and evil given us by Christ, no human actions are incommensurable.

Can the French be so enormously superior to us that when we had surrounded them with superior forces we could not beat them?

Let us be quite, quite friends.

You may want us one of these days.

They'll soon be issuing us new ones.

Now then, now then, teach us how it goes!

"And because," Pierre continued, "only one who believes that there is a God ruling us can bear a loss such as hers and... yours."

"Now tell us about yourself," said she.

Let us talk about you.

But the mysterious forces that move humanity (mysterious because the laws of their motion are unknown to us) continued to operate.

Not unto us, not unto us, but unto Thy Name!...

And which of us has not weaknesses of his own?

It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.

Without you, or when something comes between us like this, I seem lost and can't do anything.

You reproach us women with being illogical.

Of course he is right there," said Countess Mary, "but he forgets that we have other duties nearer to us, duties indicated to us by God Himself, and that though we might expose ourselves to risks we must not risk our children."

What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.

We are so accustomed to that idea and have become so used to it that the question: why did six hundred thousand men go to fight when Napoleon uttered certain words, seems to us senseless.

The leaders, these historians tell us, express the will of the people: the activity of the leaders represents the activity of the people.

For us that movement of the peoples from west to east, without leaders, with a crowd of vagrants, and with Peter the Hermit, remains incomprehensible.

Still less does the history of authors and reformers explain to us the life of the peoples.

And experience tells us that power is not merely a word but an actually existing phenomenon.

Experience shows us that whatever event occurs it is always related to the will of one or of several men who have decreed it.

If the Deity issues a command, expresses His will, as ancient history tells us, the expression of that will is independent of time and is not caused by anything, for the Divinity is not controlled by an event.

For reasons known or unknown to us the French began to drown and kill one another.

History shows us that these justifications of the events have no common sense and are all contradictory, as in the case of killing a man as the result of recognizing his rights, and the killing of millions in Russia for the humiliation of England.

Wherever the ship may go, the rush of water which neither directs nor increases its movement foams ahead of it, and at a distance seems to us not merely to move of itself but to govern the ship's movement also.

Our conception of the degree of freedom often varies according to differences in the point of view from which we regard the event, but every human action appears to us as a certain combination of freedom and inevitability.

If we consider a man alone, apart from his relation to everything around him, each action of his seems to us free.

The Austro-Prussian war appears to us undoubtedly the result of the crafty conduct of Bismarck, and so on.

The Napoleonic wars still seem to us, though already questionably, to be the outcome of their heroes' will.

The founder of a sect or party, or an inventor, impresses us less when we know how or by what the way was prepared for his activity.

If we have a large range of examples, if our observation is constantly directed to seeking the correlation of cause and effect in people's actions, their actions appear to us more under compulsion and less free the more correctly we connect the effects with the causes.

However inaccessible to us may be the cause of the expression of will in any action, our own or another's, the first demand of reason is the assumption of and search for a cause, for without a cause no phenomenon is conceivable.

So also in history what is known to us we call laws of inevitability, what is unknown we call free will.

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